Flint’s size was something of a tough matter. He needed to be obviously smaller, but I didn’t want him to get to the point where he’d be close to the size of other squirrels. Here he’s the size of an average dog.
The page’s title is a reference to a line in Macbeth. There’s no deep meaning behind it, I just liked the pun.
Rameses finally goes feral after his long transformation. The reason it happens to him at this particular point is never brought up in the comic itself. By focusing completely on running, he tapped into his growing cheetah instincts, making it all too easy for what was left of his human mind to slip and allowing the wild cheetah to take over
Side note: It was during production of these pages that I was building the basics of this very website! Talk about laying a railroad while the train’s already moving.
Flint’s shrunken form had skewed the mass-to-wingflap-surface-area ratio enough to allow this glorious moment.
And then I went and forgot to show Cynthia actually swallowing the pills he threw at her.